closer to the delicious edge.
“Kiss me,” she begged between ragged gasps of air.
Dylan slanted a kiss across her lips. She felt so connected with him, so loved. It was exactly what she needed for that final push.
White light exploded in her brain, erasing all rational thought. Pleasure pulsed through her like stunning waves of light, filling her with intense satisfaction.
Dylan released her hands and gathered her up in his arms, holding her close to him as pleasure quaked through her body.
When she could think again, she looked up at the man she thought she’d never see again, still amazed that she was standing naked in his bedroom being cradled in his arms.
“That was so much better than anything I imagined,” Rory said. “I need more. I need all of you. Make love to me.”
***
Dylan looked down at her, naked, beautiful, and unashamed. It was an image he’d pictured for years. Although after everything that had happened, he never imagined it would become a reality.
He never imagined she could feel anything but anger towards him. The affection she showed now was sweeter than honey. The urge to take her right then was overwhelming, but what she was asking was too much. It was too soon. He wanted her with every fiber of his being, but he didn’t want to rush anything. Especially with the guilt of his last secret still weighing on him.
“Make love to me,” she whispered again. “I’ve waited all these years for you. I want you to be my first.”
Her big dark eyes looked up at him, desperate and needy. But all he could think of was the shocking admission that she’d never been with a man.
He’d wondered about that. A part of him had always hoped she had waited for him and that she was still untouched. Not that it would have mattered to him. Dylan had been with plenty of women. None of them had meant anything to him. In fact, all it ever did was remind him that he could never be with the woman he actually wanted to be with. And it always reminded him how perfect Rory was compared to other girls.
Still, it felt good to know she had waited. Like all the years he spent pining over her had been worth it. Like the connection they had was real.
It took a great effort to deny her, but he had no choice. It wouldn’t be fair to her, taking that final gift from her, unless she knew the truth. And now was not the time to tell her.
“I don’t want to rush things,” he said through gritted teeth.
“Rush things? We’ve waited forever for this moment. If anything, we’re taking things too slow.”
Dylan clenched his fists at his sides. The desire he felt for her was overpowering. It screamed in his brain to forget morality, to forget right and wrong. It told him to take the woman he loved, hard and fast. To take her and make her his mate.
He grabbed her hands in his, trying hard to ignore her naked, quivering body in front of him. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on her skin, making her glow in the dim light through the blinds. She looked radiant. Sexy. Inviting.
He wanted to devour her body and make her his. It was like she was made for him. And she was waiting for him, begging him to do it.
“Aurora, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in this life. I need you so bad it’s burning me up inside.”
“Then take me,” she urged.
“I can’t. I need to be sure everything is right. I want to be sure you don’t regret it.”
She narrowed her eyes at him, like she thought he was lying to her. He tried to keep his expression neutral, or as neutral as possible considering the girl of his dreams was standing naked in front of him.
“Are you sure?” she asked.
He nodded. “I’m sure. When the right time comes, we’ll know it.”
She bit her lip and looked away, like she was trying to figure out what had just happened. Dylan was still trying to figure that out himself. But deep down
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